I know I am BU to confess this, but I want to see if I feel better getting it off my chest (possibly a pun intended, I'm unsure <still shaken>)

[AgentZigzag]

I wouldn't normally bore others to death recounting my dreams (I'm not that kind of person) but the one I had this morning has disturbed me sufficiently enough to break my normal rule of thumb.

Me and DH were doing the cricketer <a class="break-all" href="http://www.google.co.uk/imgres?q=cartoon+ian+botham&hl=en&biw=1146&bih=718&tbm=isch&tbnid=11nsyFZwX9AzMM:&imgrefurl=www.theimagefile.com/%3FAction%3DVF%26id%3D6055068402&docid=3qzknGh384mgzM&w=420&h=336&ei=N6tXTuLKHIen8QOFvsDCDA&zoom=1&iact=hc&vpx=327&vpy=136&dur=453&hovh=127&hovw=159&tx=124&ty=102&page=1&tbnh=127&tbnw=159&start=0&ndsp=24&ved=1t:429,r:7,s:0" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Ian Bothams (he's on the left in the piccy) hair (which actually was really nice, very long thick spirals) and I was stood in front of him and he admired my breastage area and then had a bit of a grope

WTAF??

I've 'fessed up to DH, but he's not texted back you don't think he's got in an arse about it do you?

I'm ashamed.

And now I've shamed myself in front of MN.

Please say it's all going to be alright.

And as you're here anyway...you might as well make any confessions you've got pending g'wan, we won't laugh...

Yes, thank you for suggesting a combination which produces a picture of Bothams leathery nads in my head Izzy

You're not helping...

It's not my warped brain we're delving into here Agent

Would you prefer an image of Warne's leathery goolies? I suspect la Hurley has ensured they've been botoxed into super smooth orbs - does this OO help?

Yabu

Izzy yabvvu to put that image in my head! Thanks a bunch

Maybe you've not heard back from him because he's out looking for cricket whites and getting his hair twirled.

AgentZigZag - worst thing is, Jeffrey is a recurring dream.

Some of my dreams I would never confess to anyone! I have no control over it, so why should I feel bad. Some are filled with stuff I would never do in real life!

Keep them to yourself next time!

I also dated Derren Brown, who dumped his boyfriend for me. He was the best boyfriend ever. To me. Not the guy he dumped, obviously.

Fucking hell mummymccar, I'm not sure what that says about you

Although I can guess at a couple of things

Sorry about the head fuck imagery missy, I'll try to deal with it myself next time - I just needed some support

Niiice RTD, I would if he would, which he never would, obviously.

Being poked with a stick may well have featured in my dreams too :o :o

Would that be a pogo stick Pinots?

I was looking at pogo egs but found <a class="break-all" href="http://www.google.co.uk/imgres?q=funny+pogo+sticking&hl=en&biw=1146&bih=718&tbm=isch&tbnid=4Efciei4q8N-tM:&imgrefurl=www.guy-sports.com/months/stories_the_clever.htm&docid=mQ5oXlTO-StdtM&w=301&h=229&ei=ZAVYToaTOIWa8QO-2vjCDA&zoom=1&iact=rc&dur=554&page=1&tbnh=134&tbnw=188&start=0&ndsp=25&ved=1t:429,r:3,s:0&tx=117&ty=93" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">this picture

If that woman is using Ben Wa balls, she is one serious multi-tasker - reee-spect

AgentZigZag you also lost me to guffaws at "me and dh were doing Ian Botham...

But I like you

Ok let me put a theatrical (as is my wont) spin on it....

You must have heard a song on the radio circa Mr B's heyday which has evoked grainy images on him bowling whatshisname out in the ever-so-important cricket match that was. That has seeped into your subconscious. Couple that with Pat whatshisface with the mullet who I believe may have been disc jokey of the same era and BINGO! Ergo, your subconscious has married the DJ and the song AND Mr B which manifested itself into a psychadelic dream which, thankfully, has no bearing on you as an individual. So you can rest easy. And the ONLY reason your dh didn't reply was that he is worried that you had uncovered a youthful picture of him trying his bestest to copy the mullet.

Ok not, that theatrical but hopefully it makes you feel better [grin}

Now that assorted imagery has been propogated amongst the assembled I trust that any maidens who are bowled over in their dreams by leather balls, and/or Warney, Beefy, or Ms Hurley with or without pogo sticks, during the course of the next few nights will report their experiences here so we can all take the piss for the benefit of wo/mankind

I had a very saucy dream about the man in the supermarket next to us when I was pregnant.
He was about 75, with henna'd hair and beard and a grubby dishdash.

When I was pregnant I dreamt that they were showing people shagging on a bus live on BBC breakfast, and Jeremy Clarkson was commentating!

On slipping between the sheets in the not so small hours last night I was eagerly fully expecting to dream of sticky wickets, bottom hands, chinamen, googlys, and cucumber sandwiches.

In hindsight, it may not have been a good idea to watch the incomparable Freddie's Live Aid performance immediately before retiring.

I dreamt that Her Maj The Queen was dead